Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a potter, right? Just chillin’ in Thouars, this cute lil’ town in France. You know, the kind of place where the streets have stories, and the buildings whisper secrets.
I woke up, and it was one of those mornings. You know, the kind where you spill coffee on your favorite shirt? Yeah, that happened. I was like, “Great, just great.” But whatever, I threw on a smock and headed out.
First stop, the market on Rue de la République. It’s always buzzing, like a beehive. I love it! Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of bread. Mmm, bread. I grabbed a baguette, of course. Can’t resist that crusty goodness. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady bumps into me. I mean, c’mon! I’m just trying to enjoy my morning! She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, you’re the one who needs to watch it!”
Anyway, I finally made it to my workshop on Rue des Forges. It’s my happy place, ya know? Clay everywhere, tools scattered like my thoughts. I was ready to throw some pots. But then, my kiln decided to throw a tantrum. It wouldn’t heat up! I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, I had a whole batch of mugs waiting to be fired.
So, I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix this thing. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my customers. “Sorry, your mugs are late because my kiln is a diva.” Ugh!
But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get worse, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Rue de la Liberté, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I mean, who has a parade on a random Tuesday? Turns out, it was for some local festival. People were dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.
I couldn’t help it. I grabbed my baguette and ran outside. I joined the crowd, feeling the energy. It was infectious! I was dancing like a fool, baguette in hand, and for a moment, all my worries melted away. I even met this cool artist named Claire. She was painting the scene, and we started chatting about art and life.
Then, bam! Outta nowhere, a kid runs by and knocks my baguette outta my hand. I’m like, “Noooo!” It was tragic. But Claire just laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a croissant.” I mean, how sweet is that?
After the parade, I headed back to my workshop, feeling lighter. I fixed the kiln, finally! It was like a victory dance moment. I was so pumped, I even made a few extra pots just for fun.
As the sun set over Thouars, casting this golden glow on the streets, I felt grateful. This town, with its winding streets and quirky charm, always surprises me. I mean, one minute I’m cursing at a kiln, and the next, I’m dancing in the streets with a baguette.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it, like clay on a wheel. And who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe another parade? Or maybe just a quiet day in my workshop. Either way, I’m ready for it!